Not Built For Boxes

I’ve been in residential housing for a month now, and it’s been a strange mix of silence, routine, and learning how to hold onto myself in a place that doesn’t quite fit me. I’m writing again — poetry, reflections, little pieces of truth — because it’s the one thing that still feels like freedom.  I’m …

Piha Trip

It’s a long time since I have taken photos. I went on a car drive with my MHP today. It was a pleasant drive. I popped into a dairy I used to go to in Glen Eden. Nothing much has changed. The Waitakere’s are as green as every and they remind me of the reason …